The light outside the window brightened, and Martin opened his eyes. The room's floor was littered with things, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom—someone was showering.
He really didn't expect things to progress at such an astonishing rate.
He had thought it would take a few more tugs and pulls.
But instead, Annie couldn't wait to take him upstairs.
But then again, women of Annie's age are all about being practical, aren't they?
Martin propped himself up with his hands and sat up. He spent most of last night lying down, but now he felt full of energy.
Just as he was about to enter the bathroom, the door on that side opened.
Annie walked out. Last night, she fully demonstrated that an actress in her thirties could be both adorably cute and carry off maturity, as well as being unmatched in the art of love.
